Definition of Life and Memories.

So bitter that the dawn lost,
condescending purposes for his task,
Pending, pending, and pending,
Until the beacon of light shines by,
‘Why, my dear?’ it asked, again and again.

Miraculous sounded ridiculous,
And ridiculous had it purposes,
‘Why, my dear?’ was questioned,
the place, the people, or the heart?
Was it you or it is just me?

The shore is stoned by the beats,
While the leaves are danced by the wind,
A never ending effort so does a never ending motion,
Perhaps passion was not hot enough,
To alter the outcome.

I’m drown into the pit of love again